Dorothy’s Dementia

Dorothy’s first great grandson’s Birthday was this past Sunday. He turned 9- almost a decade old! Time flies.  I remember when I took her across the country to meet him for the first time.  She was so excited- so was her Granddaughter- it was a great memory for all of us. This was the visit that my daughter said to her grandmother “why didn’t you tell me that having children was going to be so much fun”.   

On Friday before I left, we picked out her outfit for the party- and I hung it on her bedroom door.  Bright yellow slacks- and a green sweater with a white t-shirt underneath. (-:  It’s Spring!  She would look really pretty.  We put a note on the clothes to remind her to put them on Sunday morning and that Paul would be there to pick her up and take her to the party.  

She called me Saturday morning at 8:30-LOL – I  knew she would.   She wanted to know if today was Sunday and if Paul would remember to come and get her.  Of course, I had to tell her she had one more day to wait.  She was in good spirits about it and it didn’t seem to bother her.  She called me two more times that morning. I acted like it was the first time she had called me and responded the same way. That’s all you can do- you can’t get upset- well you can, but why would you want to waste that energy being upset?

Sunday- Paul picked her up and brought her to the party- she did not call me about what to wear- I did not call her.  She showed up in the yellow pants and the white t-shirt, but she opted for a worn out black and white, oversized sweater to wear along with it.  That’s okay- maybe she was rebelling against me.   

Nobody really cared what she had on- we were just glad she was there to celebrate with us.

Peace & Love, 

Cheryl Doreen